It is now in the death flow 4:59 PM Tuesday late afternoon or early evening. As I write these Words I can feel myself falling asleep.

I had a quiet afternoon wandering my cell and reading, "Ghost Milk: Recent Adventures Among The Future Ruins Of London On The Eve Of The Olympics" by Iain Sinclair. Not much else has happened today.

I have no plans for the evening hours. I plan to go to bed early tonight. Tomorrow is a Wednesday.